Finding Myself

Gloom spent as much time as she thought she could outside of Abaven but she hadn't yet worked up the courage to leave... It was a little bit doubtful she ever would to be honest, even if Gloom recognized she was ultimately happiest when she couldn't feel the weight of her pack's gaze on her. When Gloom was in Abaven she was practically attached to Spirit. She'd been aware enough to at least let him have his own den but she'd chosen one quite close to his, giving him privacy if he wanted it but she was always close enough that if panic took her she could reach him quickly. Gloom had been inside her own den, a familiar scent reaching her and though she didn't hear their mother's call the scent was enough to pull her from her den.

"Mom!" Gloom's voice hitched and she rushed from the mouth of her den to push herself into her mother's side. She hadn't seen her mother much at all since she'd last wandered her way back, part of that was Gloom's own doing, not intentionally of course but she hadn't been in Abaven much as of late herself. Gloom could never hold being gone against her mother and if or when she saw Void again she knew she would also feel the same, the woman just didn't have it in her to hate her family.

Action | "Speech." |